By Dr. Kinsomebody Egbuchu
The flies buzzed around them (the common man), and they wobbled indifferently. Kinsomebody Egbuchu (This writer) watched the common men and the hunches on their backs, wobbled along with them. Patches of discoloured skin dotted their fray body, and the burden on their backs weighed heavily. I crept after them and they moved on, their bones cracking noisily in the mid-day sun.